Luyện nghe bài hát Money

Yeah up

Nigga want hundeds, hundeds,
I need money money
want hundeds, hundeds, hundeds
Nigga I need money money
Nigga want hundeds hundeds
Nigga want money money

1]
The fast time is rhyme the size crime
Its the same man since the game became mine
I four one of these at the same time
Looking like Dogg back in eighty-nine
Do I a fuck, no I never have
I just blow my weed and a bubble bath
I laugh at these niggaz, I mad at you niggaz
Cause half of you niggaz cant even fuck me
I'm on it I'm so fucking city
And every town that I roll I leave my G prints
LBC, now that's what I represent, can ya it (Eastside)
I'm hotter a batch of fish grease in a skillet
I wanna say up to all the G's, the killas, and the ballers, and the dealers
See where I'm from you either rate us, us or steal us
And right about now all the cap peelers feel us

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2]
Money, is everything
It's the crack to the
It's the king to the
It reigns
It's the to the cream (say what)
It's a po man, no man, its everybodys
Money, mo money, get
But make sure you know your folks don't get funny
Everybody claiming that they down on they
While I'm dressed like a million bucks
I on my black socks with my all gold chucks
Now lets see which one of my trucks we gone use
To slide away, (where we going) to World mother fucking U.S.A
Its all a dream, and can come true
If it happen for me, shit it can for you
Meech from the beach, he shit cracking
And everything he guaranteed to go platinum

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3]
Ya got to cash to make it these days
And you can make at least one of a hundred different
You can at the homie Meech and get a dope track
And write you a rap, and try to get you to
Or you could stand on the streets and holler and
You can throw up insane, twenty or one nine
I chose DP cause financially money money that's all a nigga see
See to get it, is to have it, interstate, maintain, don't get broke and fail the
You might catch me in Brooklyn man hanging out with my and god sons, cause it's a blood thing
Or you can catch me in Oakland, or I might be on my way back to the west
Still smoking, with a pound of shit
Waiting for me at the crib with my dogs my wife and my two kids, money

[Chorus with slight repeat 5 X]

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For all the out there getting their money
Money is the root of all huh
You what
I mean, we already in hell
So fuck, get your man
I look at shit this:
The fuckers that don't got money, they doing bad
and they don't give a fuck and they rob steal they kill
And the mother fuckers got money, they depressed
you know they can't it
So I mean, whats pleasure
you live with it our without it, shit I'm bout it
I got to have it, you me

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